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Children's Weekly Diary: Toys

When Chu Jingyu was one year old, Luo Rongjing came home from get off work and saw a cardboard box in the living room full of the same kind of toys.

She complained to Chu Shuyang behind her, why did she buy him toy pistols? Isn’t there already a lot of them at home?

Chu Shuyang walked forward, took out a hand from the box and thrust it, raised his hand, and replied, "This is true."

Luo Rongjing was stunned, swallowed, and turned to look at him, do you mean, is it a real pistol?

yes

Chu Shuyang smiled and threw the gun into the box casually

Seeing her about to exclaim, she hurriedly hugged her and hugged her in her arms, lying on the sofa.

Holding the body she wanted to stand up, kissing her in the face, explaining, Don't worry, there are no bullets inside

Luo Rongjing lay dejectedly on his lap and sighed

Then he kept knocking on his broad chest. He said how many times he said, don’t let his uncle send these things again. Last time Jingyu sent these when he was born, he didn’t understand yet. Now he would run and jump. What should he do if he takes these out and hurts people?

Chu Shuyang obediently asked her to beat her, but she was the one who would stop later, but he still explained that this time it was not sent by his uncle, but Guan Xia

He had just seen the sender of the mailing on the box

Huh? Really

Luo Rongjing turned over the cardboard box and looked carefully at the name written on it.

Because of the arching forward, her entire buttocks were raised, and the solid-colored underwear could be seen vaguely

The man behind him looked deep, and he picked up her legs and picked her up.

Feed me before Chu Jingyu comes back

Chu Shuyang, the matter has not been finished yet?

Xiong Lie can't control Guan Xia, tell her yourself, communicate with me now

Um

When Chu Jingyu accompanied Uncle Wu for a walk and returned to the villa, he found that there was no one at home when he wanted to find his mother.

He thought strangely, it shouldn't be Ah, my mother should have come back from get off work long ago at this time

He shook his little head, staring at Wu Liang with big black eyes and watery eyes

Uncle Wu smiled at him, coaxed him to eat Zhang Ma's new original snack, he pouted his chubby little mouth and sighed, touched his belly, thinking that he would still be full before talking.

Change of the child's weekly diary

Chu Jingyu was worried when he was three years old. He had a nickname called Tangyuan. He felt that this was not domineering at all.

He yelled to change, but he didn't dare to look for his mother directly. Although he was young, he already knew the class form of his family very well.

No one dared to object to what his mother said in their house, including his serious and cold father outside, who was as obedient as a cat in front of his mother.

His father is a paper tiger. This is what he heard from the children in the kindergarten class. He decided to attack from the side

So he decided to find his father. After all, his nickname was because he took him and pushed open the heavy brown door and ran into Chu Shuyang's study, and was held by Chu Shuyang and placed on his knees.

He couldn't understand what his father was doing, so he just slapped his two little fleshy hands with fists, and then opened his fat mouth and said intimately, Dad

Hum? Chu Shuyang was reading an important business report. He just saw it halfway through, so he asked casually

What are your favorite Ah now?

Your mother, this word rolled around in Chu Shuyang's mouth and was bitten. He stopped what he was doing, turned his head and looked at him seriously, and asked, Why did he ask like that?

Oh, Chu Jingyu rolled his black eyes and replied obediently, I asked Grandma Zhang, she was preparing supper

Chu Shuyang looked at the eyebrows and eyes that looked similar to his wife on her knees and smiled gently. Noodles. He remembered that when she woke up this morning, she said she wanted to eat noodles.

Noodles? Chu Jingyu widened his eyes. The name was even worse, and he had no momentum. He bulged his mouth and asked naively caringly, "Is there anything else?"

Chu Shuyang thought about it again and replied, "Bitty melon, Luo Rongjing shouted that she was angry."

Chu Jingyu was so sad that he didn't want to call this

Seeing that Chu Shuyang didn't speak anymore, he slipped down his knees, walked away with a small fat hand on his back and sighed.

Forget it, he should call it dumplings, it's better than noodles or bitter gourd

Leave Chu Shuyang to look at his back and be stunned

Before going to bed, Chu Shuyang told his wife about this, and Luo Rongjing smiled and told him the reason.

Chu Shuyang hugged his giggling wife helplessly, pressed her under her body and kissed her deeply, complaining, you obviously like to eat soup dumplings.

Well, she lay under him, smiled sweetly, then put on his neck and bit his Adam's apple. What do you want to do with me?

He rolled his throat, leaned over and licked her earlobe, and said hoarsely, I will let you know what I should do. After saying that, pulling the quilt, the intermittent moans began to ring in the room.